Ostrum Brandish
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Howling winds tinged with frost did make their passage across the heights of the Spine, from thinning airs was much chill imparted across those who pressed on through such hazards. Heavy cloak swaddled those who did presently press mountain boot upon stone face imposing, as these freezing winds did buffet their course, as if directed to confound and provide consternation individually to each that drove on and up. This small band of ten were concealed well by virtue of their garb, pale white wools upon entrenched snows, their determination much to breach this driven wind, to lay eyes and lay out plans to those who were known to meet and thrive upon outlaw life in such hostile lands. Yet they were seen by eyes unmoved and uncaring of their plot to profit from their recent acquisitions, to seek sanctuary in the syndicate that did make their ventures thrive from such location. These that drove themselves up the mountain were a desperate band who knew that such an organisation did exist. These that strived up the mountain carried stolen goods of arcane import but lacked the wits to command such pilfered items, and had no wisdom or method to curry favour from this criminal hub that did lurk within the Spine's columns. These ten did press forward, knowing that no fence would provide them the profit they so desired from such items stolen from noble arcane houses. And were so committed to their ends.
Such a syndicate that they did seek were known as, 'The Frozen Cabal' in honour of their method to protect their way of criminal enterprise and gleaning of cargos illicit. They were not eager to welcome such brazen and direct ambition on display. This band of ten had not courted those who held the keys. They did not supplicate the self made bandit lords of this Frozen Cabal. So faced all dissuading forces to turn away.
Yet this was their last resort, to hope that they might bargain with the winds themselves to strike a deal with this cabal that might reward them for their audacious haul.
The organisation had their arteries of smuggled and stolen cargos, they had their aspirations set on secrecy and were not eager to indulge in these who did fight such driven winds. It was true that the Frozen Cabal were becoming a public secret, yet those who were not deemed desirable to their plots and ends were denied by driven freezing winds, smothered by overwhelming avalanches, and more direct fates from stone faced guardians that did peer out and command the weather.
More direct threat by discerning, scornful persons did stand ready to mete out rejection. It was decided in weirding communications across vantage and hidden route by these look outs sinister. The scouts that did attend the statues pressed their palms upon the rock, and much was set in dooming decree.
These that pressed on, ten in number, did not warrant the falling great plates of snow to bury them deep it had been judged. Such required much power, and had recently been performed. The wellspring that fuelled such unerring defenses was strong, yet should not be bluntly used it had been decided. The traditional refusal was in order.
These that did venture could see the illumination of distant pairs of light spark into life, numerous and confusingly unreal. The statues could be seen as distant shimmering eyes of pure silver that did baleful gaze produce. Their bodies set in stone and placed upon laylines of magic, drawing strength from concordant lurking wellspring as they were compelled to fulfil their duties.
The stone statues as one did rise to the occasion, a tunnelling of energy through these rarefied airs from bejewelled beaming eyes towards these brazen ten. The laylines did thrum with power from wellspring unknown and secret, and the ten were struck upon by such stone born vision. By virtue of the Frozen Cabal's refusal of their advance, all previous rejections born from wind ignored, were these desperate ten frozen in place by pure focused power as they did with empowered gaze arrest these interlopers.
No hope of thawing to be had as they did turn brittle, and shattered from the howling winds that did pressure them in pieces away from this secluded and protected sanctuary.
The statues dulled their vision, and awaited their next moment to deny this ground to any that did wish to interrupt the ways of the Frozen Cabal.
Upon firmament beyond such perceptions of statue or snow sheltered criminal enterprise, within a cave mouth that once was host to ice trolls, did three enter and make themselves shelter and preparations. The walls themselves had crude markings of their former dwellers, scratched out depictions of their own horrid faces carved on the walls that did seem to taunt those three inside.
“This be the place I was informed of, those that wish to uproot this Frozen Cabal shall meet us here at some point tonight,” Ostrum did say as he entered first, immediately going about making the cave more habitable and serviceable to their ends. The cold was not as fierce as it would be closer to their objective, the wellspring some miles in height and breadth away according to rough intelligence so shared, yet the dying sunlight would bring much firmer chills upon them.
Ostrum tossed out bones old and gnawed from their temporary shelter, and set about arranging firewood brought for this purpose from his back so set down. Some coins spent on fuel arcane infused, three small thin logs that could become host to much heat, were placed carefully in triangle in the heart of this small cave.
A notion of magic from his left hand, and the logs did turn cherry red, giving off what heat was required in steady pulse to give comfort to this band so gathered. Ostrum did not waste time about it, setting meats and other foods to readiness for cooking, slices of dense meats, eggs, potatoes. He knew the business that they embarked upon would require much of them. Morale must be maintained with these sellswords so gathered he did think, and so he had prepared much in the way of vittels before the conflict to come. He placed salt very visible to Vandor about his ingredients arranged, purchased with his taste in mind.
“We've made good and safe time I do think,” Ostrum said to his two fellows. “You march well on mountain face, both of you. Give me a moment to set a dinner. You've more than earned it so keeping such worthy paces,” Ostrum did say, seemingly tireless in moving from need to need. In truth, he was not so used to mountain travels, yet was firmly committed to conquering this mission in each stage before them, and well engrained was his endurance from years of preperations of such hard ventures. There would be rest in due time. He knew if he placed his back against the stone he might have to conquer his want to rest with a fierceness that was reserved for the combats to come.
“This wellspring shall be thwarted in due time,” Ostrum did say in determination as he set about what cookware he had brought, new accomodations purchased for his band of sellswords so paid and supplied. He did shake his hands to gain feeling within them for such precise work, and set his hands out to the fire for a time before he continued.
“I sincerely hope the mercenaries that are stalled by this wellspring's defenses, the statues connected to the wellspring, send what envoy in good time,” Ostrum did say, looking to his companions in this matter, Vandor and Rodin, as he did release his fingertips from numbness.
From yawning mouth of the cave could one see much of the spine, both below spanning and in the distance rising, snow capped in thick shroud of white that did mock the light snows at this present height. The occasional cry of snow hawk could be heard beyond mundane sight as the sun did slowly bid it's goodbyes.
“Well, Rodin, you wished to see the Spine,” Ostrum said and made dry attempt at giving sign of good humour, “What make you of such sights?”
A sizzling began as Ostrum made industrious to the matter of supplying these gathered mercenaries more than gold, compliment and inquiries to their moods at being upon and within the Spine's domain.
The depictions of troll faces did remain contorted and still, black smudges upon the rock that seemed amused by such conversations that did not bray from foul tongue but were politely delivered in earnest to their collected task.
Rodin Graveworn
Vandor Colton
Karken
Such a syndicate that they did seek were known as, 'The Frozen Cabal' in honour of their method to protect their way of criminal enterprise and gleaning of cargos illicit. They were not eager to welcome such brazen and direct ambition on display. This band of ten had not courted those who held the keys. They did not supplicate the self made bandit lords of this Frozen Cabal. So faced all dissuading forces to turn away.
Yet this was their last resort, to hope that they might bargain with the winds themselves to strike a deal with this cabal that might reward them for their audacious haul.
The organisation had their arteries of smuggled and stolen cargos, they had their aspirations set on secrecy and were not eager to indulge in these who did fight such driven winds. It was true that the Frozen Cabal were becoming a public secret, yet those who were not deemed desirable to their plots and ends were denied by driven freezing winds, smothered by overwhelming avalanches, and more direct fates from stone faced guardians that did peer out and command the weather.
More direct threat by discerning, scornful persons did stand ready to mete out rejection. It was decided in weirding communications across vantage and hidden route by these look outs sinister. The scouts that did attend the statues pressed their palms upon the rock, and much was set in dooming decree.
These that pressed on, ten in number, did not warrant the falling great plates of snow to bury them deep it had been judged. Such required much power, and had recently been performed. The wellspring that fuelled such unerring defenses was strong, yet should not be bluntly used it had been decided. The traditional refusal was in order.
These that did venture could see the illumination of distant pairs of light spark into life, numerous and confusingly unreal. The statues could be seen as distant shimmering eyes of pure silver that did baleful gaze produce. Their bodies set in stone and placed upon laylines of magic, drawing strength from concordant lurking wellspring as they were compelled to fulfil their duties.
The stone statues as one did rise to the occasion, a tunnelling of energy through these rarefied airs from bejewelled beaming eyes towards these brazen ten. The laylines did thrum with power from wellspring unknown and secret, and the ten were struck upon by such stone born vision. By virtue of the Frozen Cabal's refusal of their advance, all previous rejections born from wind ignored, were these desperate ten frozen in place by pure focused power as they did with empowered gaze arrest these interlopers.
No hope of thawing to be had as they did turn brittle, and shattered from the howling winds that did pressure them in pieces away from this secluded and protected sanctuary.
The statues dulled their vision, and awaited their next moment to deny this ground to any that did wish to interrupt the ways of the Frozen Cabal.
Upon firmament beyond such perceptions of statue or snow sheltered criminal enterprise, within a cave mouth that once was host to ice trolls, did three enter and make themselves shelter and preparations. The walls themselves had crude markings of their former dwellers, scratched out depictions of their own horrid faces carved on the walls that did seem to taunt those three inside.
“This be the place I was informed of, those that wish to uproot this Frozen Cabal shall meet us here at some point tonight,” Ostrum did say as he entered first, immediately going about making the cave more habitable and serviceable to their ends. The cold was not as fierce as it would be closer to their objective, the wellspring some miles in height and breadth away according to rough intelligence so shared, yet the dying sunlight would bring much firmer chills upon them.
Ostrum tossed out bones old and gnawed from their temporary shelter, and set about arranging firewood brought for this purpose from his back so set down. Some coins spent on fuel arcane infused, three small thin logs that could become host to much heat, were placed carefully in triangle in the heart of this small cave.
A notion of magic from his left hand, and the logs did turn cherry red, giving off what heat was required in steady pulse to give comfort to this band so gathered. Ostrum did not waste time about it, setting meats and other foods to readiness for cooking, slices of dense meats, eggs, potatoes. He knew the business that they embarked upon would require much of them. Morale must be maintained with these sellswords so gathered he did think, and so he had prepared much in the way of vittels before the conflict to come. He placed salt very visible to Vandor about his ingredients arranged, purchased with his taste in mind.
“We've made good and safe time I do think,” Ostrum said to his two fellows. “You march well on mountain face, both of you. Give me a moment to set a dinner. You've more than earned it so keeping such worthy paces,” Ostrum did say, seemingly tireless in moving from need to need. In truth, he was not so used to mountain travels, yet was firmly committed to conquering this mission in each stage before them, and well engrained was his endurance from years of preperations of such hard ventures. There would be rest in due time. He knew if he placed his back against the stone he might have to conquer his want to rest with a fierceness that was reserved for the combats to come.
“This wellspring shall be thwarted in due time,” Ostrum did say in determination as he set about what cookware he had brought, new accomodations purchased for his band of sellswords so paid and supplied. He did shake his hands to gain feeling within them for such precise work, and set his hands out to the fire for a time before he continued.
“I sincerely hope the mercenaries that are stalled by this wellspring's defenses, the statues connected to the wellspring, send what envoy in good time,” Ostrum did say, looking to his companions in this matter, Vandor and Rodin, as he did release his fingertips from numbness.
From yawning mouth of the cave could one see much of the spine, both below spanning and in the distance rising, snow capped in thick shroud of white that did mock the light snows at this present height. The occasional cry of snow hawk could be heard beyond mundane sight as the sun did slowly bid it's goodbyes.
“Well, Rodin, you wished to see the Spine,” Ostrum said and made dry attempt at giving sign of good humour, “What make you of such sights?”
A sizzling began as Ostrum made industrious to the matter of supplying these gathered mercenaries more than gold, compliment and inquiries to their moods at being upon and within the Spine's domain.
The depictions of troll faces did remain contorted and still, black smudges upon the rock that seemed amused by such conversations that did not bray from foul tongue but were politely delivered in earnest to their collected task.
Rodin Graveworn
Vandor Colton
Karken